The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1887-02-03
A Deer=Htinter;s Story:

II he'd a plaguey good ol' musket
that I'd brung with me from my hum
in Jarsey; an I'd polished an lied it
till it was slick as a whistle, an I
kinder thought I'd open Jeff's eyes a
leetle ef got any kind of chance to
pint it at one o. them air deer Jeff'd
ben bellerin' so much bout" said
DR.: Banty Hull, describing 4 deer
hunt to a New York Sun correspond.
ent at Scranton, Pa. oval, arter
we'd got in the woods an Jeff'd put
the houn' on track, he showed me
q runway. an then he said: Now,
Banty, you stan right in the middle
O that runway an don't leave it fur
q minute. The decr'll come down
this way. an when he glts close nough
fire at him. III 60 over on that run:
way, an ef ! hear you shoot fore I
see any deer I'll run over an see what
kind O. luck we've he'd
$50 got right iii tn middle b. TIL
runway, 'cordin' to Jeff's orders, an
jeff trudged of tew fil.d his standin'
spot: Durin' tn mex hour l could
hear tn dog a-yellin', now in one
direction an then in t'other, up on
tn hill 'bove me now, an way down
IN tn valley few minutes later. an
al this time l stood right in tn mid
die o tn runway an jest trembled,
cause l was 'frald / might miss tn
deer ct l got q shot at him. l was q
tarnal sight more anxious to kill a
deer SOS tew let jeff know l could
shoot leetle than Twas tew murder n
inherent animal tor his meet, an so
l keep up courage an waited. I'd
ben there mig III on to three hour, when
Jefi come near 'nough to ask me if Id
dlskivered any deer yet, an when l
told him l hadn't he spoke few
cheerin' words an went away. It was
an ALFRED cold day fur that time O.
tn year, and standin' still in one spot
made me numb all over. But l was
gritty an tough in them days, and
made up my mind tew stan there till
dark lore I'd give in.
II could see by the sun it was a
good ways arter noon when l heerd
tn houn' a-yelpln' way up on tn hill
above where was. He'd been up an
down so many times that l didn't
count on his scarin' any deer down
my way jest then. My fingers was like
so. many clothes-pins, they'd got so
cold. an SO l laid down tn muskit
took off my mittens, an slapped my
fingers agin' my body to timber 'en
up little. Jest as l was pickin' up
my gun agin I heerd rattlin' ofhoofs
in tn runway right above me, and
when l looked up there was a strap.
pin big buck deer a-makin' for me at
Il rate that made me shiver wuss'n
ever. The way he was bearin' down
on ME Jest par.Ilyzed me through an
through, an he 'peared to me big as
N elephant. His head was throwed
way back, his big horns stuck out
on both sides, an he didn't see ME nor
nothin' else. 1t wasn't five seconds
fun tn time | fust seen tn buck till
he banged agin me, knockin' me end
over end two er three rods down tn
hill. The gun flew out O. my hands,
struck agin a rock, an went of. As
good luck would have it, tn muzzle
was p'inted down the hill directly at
the runnin' buck, an, by thunder, as
true rs I'm lookin' you in the eye this
very minute, the bullet an two buck.
shots hit the deer right back o the
lett forward log, an killed him in his
tracks. He went head over heels
when the shot struk him, but he
never got on his feet after that.
II picked myself up quicker'n a fash.
brushed off my clothes, grabbed up my
gun, and run down tew where tn dc ad
buck laid. jeff heerd tn shot, an hur.
ried over there. He was sheepish.
lookin' Teller when he seen me a-lean.
in over tn buck. He was a-laffin-
out loud fore he'd got near enough
tew see tn dead deer; but he LATED out
o t'other corner O. his mouth a little
later. Jeff'd put me in tn middle O.
tn runway tew git knocked over,
don't you see? An when he seen I'd
killed q deer as slick as grease he was
so ACKNOWLEDGMENT he couldn't speak.
The joke was on jeff, but it was five
year er more lore l told him 'zactly
how the deer met his death, an then
he wouldn't believe me. 1t was the
peculiarest way of killing q deer I'd
ever heerd OF, an ! wouldn't We be.
l;eved it myself ef I hadn't been there
| an seen it done.'